Hahahaha.
HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII~
So, here I am. Writing in this little doodley-oodley journal~
Okay. I've been reading these mystery/whatever books and I'm up to book six, and I don't have it so I'm like a rhino right now. [No... not really. I don't think I'm EVER like a rhino...]
So anyways, I was like 'NOOOOOOOO DON'T SLEEP WITH HIMMMMM' at the end of book five and then I was upset. See, I've been reading like all day and reading a book a day. Whew, I'm getting faster. And yes, this line kind of tells you what kind of books I read. Okay, so fine.
My hair is pink, and I had recently redone the roots for the dance I wrote about like... last entry. Problem is, my pigtails are like... almost longer than shoulder length, which is annoying. I hate long hair. I had my hair 'layered' by some wench who barely spoke 'Ingerish'. That also tells you what kind of places I go to get my hair. -sigh-
It was a MESS. I HATED ITTTTT. She should be fired, then given stale cinnamonrolls and then rehired and then FIRED AGAIN. AND THEN SHE'D HAVE REALLY BAD GAS. HA~! -ahem- okkkkayyyyyyyyy.
I wish I still had the name of the punk salon. I really want to go there and get my hair chopped as if it was done by a five-year old. Or a gay guy. I soooo wish I had a gay hairdresser! Then life would be perfect...
[I'm thinking of going with a TOTALLY different hair style, but of course still pink, but who knows. I love my pink pigtails.]
I had thought of all this hair stuff because of Cinn's entry. I feel really bad for her, but I understand the situation. I keep getting my hair cut terribly every time I get it cut, and I'm getting fed up of it.
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On another note, I'm supposed to go the the Jappy festival tomorrow with my bestie. Problem is, I was kinda having a fever yesterday and stayed home a couple days this week. My mum doesn't want me to go, so I've been making negotiations. If you know my mom, you'll know what it's like. So, unfortuneately, Imma have to do book reports and I don't really want to. -sigh- Better go hide in the closet until my mom forgets she ever had offspring.
[what do I want to do? I'd love to play with playdough and eat marzapan.]
[[I am, however, in short supply of marzapan, being that I don't have any and haven't for years and so I guess I'll just go bug my mom.]]
Bai!!
HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII~
So, here I am. Writing in this little doodley-oodley journal~
Okay. I've been reading these mystery/whatever books and I'm up to book six, and I don't have it so I'm like a rhino right now. [No... not really. I don't think I'm EVER like a rhino...]
So anyways, I was like 'NOOOOOOOO DON'T SLEEP WITH HIMMMMM' at the end of book five and then I was upset. See, I've been reading like all day and reading a book a day. Whew, I'm getting faster. And yes, this line kind of tells you what kind of books I read. Okay, so fine.
My hair is pink, and I had recently redone the roots for the dance I wrote about like... last entry. Problem is, my pigtails are like... almost longer than shoulder length, which is annoying. I hate long hair. I had my hair 'layered' by some wench who barely spoke 'Ingerish'. That also tells you what kind of places I go to get my hair. -sigh-
It was a MESS. I HATED ITTTTT. She should be fired, then given stale cinnamonrolls and then rehired and then FIRED AGAIN. AND THEN SHE'D HAVE REALLY BAD GAS. HA~! -ahem- okkkkayyyyyyyyy.
I wish I still had the name of the punk salon. I really want to go there and get my hair chopped as if it was done by a five-year old. Or a gay guy. I soooo wish I had a gay hairdresser! Then life would be perfect...
[I'm thinking of going with a TOTALLY different hair style, but of course still pink, but who knows. I love my pink pigtails.]
I had thought of all this hair stuff because of Cinn's entry. I feel really bad for her, but I understand the situation. I keep getting my hair cut terribly every time I get it cut, and I'm getting fed up of it.
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On another note, I'm supposed to go the the Jappy festival tomorrow with my bestie. Problem is, I was kinda having a fever yesterday and stayed home a couple days this week. My mum doesn't want me to go, so I've been making negotiations. If you know my mom, you'll know what it's like. So, unfortuneately, Imma have to do book reports and I don't really want to. -sigh- Better go hide in the closet until my mom forgets she ever had offspring.
[what do I want to do? I'd love to play with playdough and eat marzapan.]
[[I am, however, in short supply of marzapan, being that I don't have any and haven't for years and so I guess I'll just go bug my mom.]]
Bai!!
